"Thanks for the meal, Mr. Blackwood. I’ve got to head back for the group meeting," she said as she stood up.
"Sit back down and keep eating. You’re way too skinny." His tone was calm but carried an undeniable authority. "I’ve already talked to the school—you’re excused from the military training exercise."
Cassandra hesitated, then under his commanding gaze, slowly sat back down again.
A few moments later, a server brought over some delicate, tasty-looking desserts.
After a while, Max walked over and bent slightly at the waist. "Mr. Blackwood, it’s about time to get ready."
"Let’s go," Damien said, glancing at his watch.
"Go where?" Cassandra asked, blinking in confusion.
"Closing ceremony for the military training," he replied, already behind her and pulling out her
